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'I . FATIOFAI, HYMN 

AiK.— AMERICA. 

My country ! 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of Libert}^, 

Of thee I sing: 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
From every mountain side. 

Let Freedom ring. 

My native country ! thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love ; 
I love thy recks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills; 
My heart with rapture thrills. 

Like that above. 

Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees, 

Sweet Freedom's song: 
Let mortal tongues awake. 
Let all that .breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break. 

The sound prolong. 

Our father's God! to thee, 
Author of Liberty ! 

To thee we sing ; 
Long may our land be bright, 
With Freedom's holy light. 
Protect us by Thy might, 

Great God, our King. 



THE STAR SPASTGLEB BAFFER. 

Oh ! saj, can you see by the dawn's early light, » 

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, 

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight, 

O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming, 
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, 
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. 
Oh say, does that star spangled banner yet wave. 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ? 

On the shore dimly seen thro' the mist of the deep, 
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, 

What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep. 
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ? 

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam. 

In full glory reflected, now shines in the stream: 

'Tis the star-spangled banner — oh ! long may it wave, 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! 

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, 
'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, 

A home and a country they'd leave us no more? 

Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's .pollution ; 

No refuge could save the hireling and slave, 

From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave. 

And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! 

Oh ! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand 

Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation; 

Blest with victory and peace may the heav'n rescued land 
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. 

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, 

And this be our moito, "In God is our trust." 

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave, 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! 



RES, T^HITE, A¥B BLUE. 

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean, 

The home of the brave and the free, 

The shrine of each patriot's devotion, 

A world offers homage to thee ; 

Thy mandates makes heroes assemble. 

When Liberty's form stands in view. 

Thy banners make tyranny tremble. 

When borne by the red, white, and blue. 

When borne by the red, white, and blue, 
When borne by the red, white, and blue, 
Thy banners make tyranny tremble. 
When borne by the red, white, and blue. 

When war winged its wide desolation. 

And threatened our land to deform. 

The ark, then of Freedom's foundation, 

Columbia, rode safe through the storm; 

With her garlands of victory o'er her, 

When so proudly she bore her bold crew. 

With her flag proudly floating before her, 

The boast of the red, white, and blue. 

The boast of the red, white, and blue. 
The boast of the red, white, and blue, 
With her flag proudly floating before her, 
The boast of the red, white and blue. 

The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither. 
And fill you it up to the brim. 
May the wreath they have won never wither, 
Nor the star of their glory grow dim ; 
■ May the service united ne'er sever, 
But both to their colors prove true. 
The Army and Navy forever! 
Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. 

Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, 

Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, 

The Army and Navy forever! 

Three cheers for the red, white and blue. 



PARTING SOSTG. 

DEDICATED TO THE CONN. LEGISLATURE OF 186L 



Air.— YANKEE DOODLE. 

Friends and Brother Members all, 

Hear a song at parting, 
While the saltest kind of tears 

From our eyes are starting. 
As i sing my touching lines 

Pray repress your feeling ; 
But the lusty chorus join 

Till it cracks the ceiling. 

Chorus. — Parting sighs and parting sobs 
"Wreiich the Legislature ; 
Wisdom's bulwarks cant resist 
Common human nature. 

Sad we are to part with liim, 

Our didactic Speaker ; 
Every body di'ink his health 

In a brimming beaker. 
Deming of the clarion voice, 

Ajax of the forum, 
Sinks into the Mayor again 

With a proud decorum. Chorus. 

Hearty, handsome Wooster goes. 

Eloquent and smiling. 
Rousing up the souls of men, 

Women's hearts beguiling. 
When we hear from Mister Toy 

Rhetoric unstudied. 
We are damned ! and all our souls 

With his wit are flooded. Chorus. 

Gallagher forgot to make 
Promised explanation. 

And the pensive public thus- 
Lost a long oration. 

Yet, though the fighting shy of war 
As a village tailor, 

Traitor heads had better keep 

Clear of his shillaleh. Chorus. 



Catlin, aiming, as we know, 

Sometimes to be funny. 
Bristles like a porcupine 

When you ask for money. 
Claimants are to him as thieves, 

After treasure prowling : 
So like watch-dog there he stands, 

Guarding it and growling. Chorus. 

Here no more shall Adams pour 

Soothing-syrup speeches, 
Like a poultice healing all 

Our no-party breaches. 
Heart as brave and head as bald 

As were Julius Caesar's, 
Suaviter in modo, but 

Fortiter in re, sirs. Chorus. 

Captain Thompson goes to fight 

Rebels in Secessay ; 
Horse to ride and sword to wear — 

Wont he give 'em jesse ! 
He will charge the routed foe. 

Rip their flag in sunder, 
And wheree'r his plume is seen 

Look for blood and thunder. Chorus. 



Gilbert is our Orpheus — 

In applauses drown him ; 
And with royal diadem 

Lord of music crown him. 
Drop the curtain o'er the rest, 

Worthy men and clever ; 
Farewell for t. season, all — 

Possibly, forever. Chorus. 

School is out. But as you go 

Don't forget the wages, 
Which a liberal pubhc pays 

Patriotic sages ! 
Parting sighs and parting sobs 

Wrench the Legislature ; 
Wisdom's bulwarks cant resist 

Common human nature. 

He^eai last four liries as Chorus. 



BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 
Air.— OLD HUNDRED. 

Lord of Hosts ! Almighty King ! 
Behold the sacrifice ws bring ! 
To every arm thy strength impart, 
Thy Spirit shed thro' every heart. 

Wake in our breasts the living fires, 
The holy faith that warmed our sires : 
Thy hand hath made our Nation free ; 
To die for her is serving Thee. 

Be Thou a pillared flame to show 
The midnight snare,' the silent foe ; 
And when the battle thunders loud, 
Still guide us in its moving cloud. 

God of all nations ! Sovereign Lord ! 
In thy dread name we draw the sword, 
We lift the starry flag on high, 
That fills with light our stormy sky. 

From treason's rent, from murder's stain, 
Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign,- 
Till fort and field, till shore and sea 
Join our loud authem, P&aiss to Thee 1 



